May thou be the king, in the world of mine.
In the notes of my lyre,
May the tune be thine.
Thou art the moon,
In the ballads that I write.
Like the ocean, from the distance
Carrying thy shadow forever inside!

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The sleeping giant...

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Do you want to run?
Wend on..
But remember,
If thee art a train,
I'm an a'roplane.

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Life’s menacing malady

It will never perish;
The human agony, that envelops thy memory,
Even after serene and caress nourish.
Is the spirit of life just like this?
Like a tyrant in terrible temperament.
Like a painful play
Of ever-lasting and ever-increasing melancholy and sorrow.
Pursuing an eternal route?
En route enduring brief intervals of
Momentary solace.

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Loved thou not for thy beauty but for thy love
Loved thou not for making love but for healing thy scars
Loved thou not for the presents thou give but for giving myself as a present for the rest of thy life

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And anon the lady fears to heareth me calleth her mine.

{Naked Sooth Of Life}

The more thou art worried about someone the better those'll treat thee with ignorance.

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Oh! Love....

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Antique things always kept my interest
and so did the archaic words too.

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1. Thee wilt not sweaty haste into a relationship
2. Thee des'rve to beest did treat well
3. Th're is nothing thee cannot maketh peace with to starteth ov'r
4.Thee can’t at each moment doth well
5.Not ev'rybody yond thee loseth is a real loss
6. Thee shall findeth what thou art looking f'r
7.Beest yourself

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Old English
couldn't use sex
for what true lovers shared.
It used "know".
For old English
understood that sex
was a school
that fed knowledge
that left both parties
either disabled
or empowered.

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